Tails the Fox stars in…
“An Unfortunate Tail(s)” featuring special guest Sonic the Hedgehog
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        The day began just like any other. Tails woke up bright and early thanks to the assistance of an alarm clock he’d constructed, and cooked himself a nice big breakfast before hopping in the shower. After alternating between boiling to freezing water in an attempt to reach a nice temperature, he lathered up fur with shampoo, then conditioner, before turning off the water and grabbing a towel.
        Drying off his entire furry body took quite a bit of time, even with his modified high-power handheld fur dryer. Once the fox was finished, he ran a brush through his fur as he made his way into the bedroom. He dressed in a casual, simple outfit, not having any plans to leave the house. One pair of white briefs, a simple blue t-shirt, and a pair of red shorts later, Tails was making his way down the hall to his workshop. 
        “Safety first!” Tails said in a cheerful tone, stopping to put on a pair of thick gloves and pick up his goggles before moseying over to his workbench to continue refining his latest invention. After getting the idea from a movie he’d watched with Knuckles a few weeks back, the fox had begun developing a new pair of sneakers for Sonic that could lace themselves. The first prototypes were nearly done, so he had called the hedgehog the night before and asked him to stop by to give them a try some time that day.
        After testing multiple different types of laces to determine the best option, Tails started threading them into the internal mechanisms of the sneakers. “Hopefully these don’t start to wear out too quickly,” he muttered to himself. “Replacing them would be a long, complicated process.”
He had just finished lacing up the first sneaker and turned to the next when his stomach started to rumble. The sensation was sudden, but strong, and Tails immediately realized that he needed to make an urgent trip to the bathroom. Setting the second shoe back down, he left his goggles on the bench and walked towards the door.
He hadn’t even reached the doorway before the rumbling intensified, followed by a loud fart that caused him to lean against the wall with his other hand on his stomach, already starting to breathe heavily.
“I should have moved the bathroom closer to my workshop,” Tails groaned, as he started to fear that he wouldn’t make it there in time. Temporarily regaining his composure, he crossed the rest of the workshop and reached the door, only to grunt loudly as another fart burst forth. This time, to his dismay, the gas was accompanied by a steaming log of shit that, despite his best efforts, pushed its way out of his ass and into the back of his underwear, creating a visible bulge in the back of his shorts.
Tails moaned in frustration, trying to push the door open with his foot as one hand remained on his stomach and the other attempted to hold his shorts up. A strengthened churning feeling deep in his bowels greatly increased the fox’s panic and desperation as he fought to hold the rest of his load in until he reached the toilet.
Just as he managed to open the door, Tails felt a sharp pain in his stomach as another wave of poop forced itself out of his ass, threatening to spill out of his underwear and onto the ground below. Despite his worsening situation, his hopes were buoyed as he started making progress down the hallway. Another blast of gas put an end to that hope, so strong that it caused the fox to stumble against the fall.
“Gosh darn it,” he grunted, falling to his knees as yet another log forced its way into his underwear, far less solid than the others had been. He desperately crawled along the ground, gagging at the stench as some of the hot sludge started to push out of his underwear. His shorts barely did anything to contain the mess, bloating and turning brown just as his undies had. It wasn’t long until he felt the hot, thick sludge start to ooze down his legs, dripping onto the floor.
After what felt like hours, he finally crawled his way to the bathroom door, but as he reached up for the doorknob, a stomach cramp brought him right back down to his knees, accompanied by a spray of diarrhea that completely soaked through his clothes, coating his entire lower body. 
As Tails lay there in silence, his bowels continuing to rumble, he looked back to the door of his workshop, eyes watering with shame as he followed the trail of shit that traced his haphazard path down the hall until it ended at his feet. His shoes and shorts were so heavily stained that Tails couldn’t even remember what color they had been just a few minutes ago. There was nothing he could do but lay there, still holding his stomach, occasionally rocked by another fart, feeling resigned to his fate.
A short while later, Tails was shocked out of his misery by the sound of somebody at the door. The knocking echoed down the hall, accompanied by a voice calling out to him. The sound was slightly distorted, but he could have recognized it anywhere. It was Sonic, here to check on the new sneakers, much earlier than Tails had expected.
"Hey Tails, you alright?" Sonic called, continuing to knock on the workshop’s exterior door.
Tails didn't respond, too busy looking down in horror at the contents of his bowels that were splattered around the hall. He attempted to compose himself before answering, but he ended up shaking his head, quietly whispering "Don’t come in.”
Sonic, confused as to why Tails seemingly hadn't responded to him, decided to check to make sure everything was alright, pushing open the door to the workshop. Tails closed his eyes and moaned.
"No," he said, much louder this time. "Don't come in here!" He quickly realized that his cry was in vain as Sonic pushed the creaky metal door open and took a step inside. The hedgehog’s nose understood what was happening before anything else, Sonic gagging at the stench as he took another step forward, reaching up one gloved hand to cover his nose. 
His eyes first went to his friend’s workstation, where the pair of automatic sneakers lay discarded, but his gaze quickly made its way to the door, where a brown splatter on the floor gave him a clue as to where he might find the little fox. He continued to slowly advance into the room, tracing the path of a splatter that turned into a sludge that turned into a thick trail, following the trail until his eyes finally met Tails.
His friend looked as though someone had picked him up by the head, dipped the lower half of his body in thick brown paint, and placed him on the floor to dry. The smell was almost overwhelming, and indeed it might have overcome the hedgehog if he hadn’t recently been forced to acclimate to the scent of shit. While others might have been disgusted, or teasing, Sonic met Tails’ watering eyes with a look of pure compassion and sympathy. No one knew better than the blue blur what it felt like to lose control in such a degrading fashion. Even as Tails averted his eyes and told Sonic to leave him be, the hedgehog made his way down the hall and kneeled down at the fox’s side.
Remembering how Sonic’s incident had quickly turned into a viral moment after footage appeared online, Tails was frightened, and it took him a minute before he was able to sit up, open his eyes, and look at Sonic kneeling there with something outstretched in his hand. Instead of a phone, or any other sort of camera, he realized that the object was a clean white diaper that the hedgehog must have removed from his unzipped backpack. 
“Had a little bit of an accident?” he said in a soft tone, reaching out his other hand and gingerly wiping the tears from Tails’ eyes.
The yellow fox sniffled, looking down once more at the sticky brown mess he had become, before looking back up at his friend. “I- I guess you could say that.” Sonic gave him a gentle smile, before helping Tails to his feet.
“Let’s get you all cleaned up, little guy.”